thicket

by the sidewalk
grew there by itself
long as I left it alone
quit mowing over it
one day I said to myself
I wonder what that is
don’t look like grass
got curious enough
to just leave it alone
let it be what it is
now it sprouts berries
for the birds & squirrels
to eat before the claw
of winter scrapes every
last scrap of nourishment
leaving the thicket looking
like a briar stick bush of
the witch that eats children